By Faith Edwards
I can make this beautiful
by adding a sweet smile and softening my voice to a lullaby. I look into the mirror and speak words I want to hear Then wait to watch them bounce off empty walls
And disintegrate into the silence of nobody’s home. It’s uncomfortable, But I decide that I can make it beautiful By singing at the top of my lungs, filling this space with my voice, and allowing the vibrations to reverberate through my body. I stand naked in the mirror looking at this vessel
I call “home”, I call “me”,
even though it does not always feel like mine,
but I make it beautiful when I whisper thank you’s and grant it tokens of my appreciation for
being the bridge between me and this life.
